Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Papua New Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Durutti Column to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Danielle Patucci,
Skaos,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
The Move,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
The Sonics,
Television,
Suicide,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sparks,
The Index,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantytec,
Mantronix,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
The Busters,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Brick,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.